Count’s Youngest Son is a Warlock

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At Russell’s congratulations that followed, Lucion was stunned.

“… Are you serious?”

[I don’t play around with this.]

“I really… I really have gotten a light tolerance?”

[Yes, it’s like at level 1 out of 20. But so what? It’s all about what you got.]

Russell looked at Lucion with a proud face.

“How did I get it?” Lucion fell into question.

“Maybe because of your continuous intake of Ratcho… Is it because of the light?” Lucion’s eyes glistened for a moment as he thought of the recent light attack.

[Lucion, you… Your eyes are a bit weird.]

Russell saw intense tenacity in Lucion’s eyes, so his eyebrows wriggled without realizing it.

“Tell me, Teacher.”

[… Right.]

‘There was another piece of information that was missing.’

Lucion finally knew how to develop the tolerance to lightness.

‘So the more the final boss fights in the novel,  the less he gets affected by lightness!’

How strong was the protagonist who killed the final boss?

[Lucion?]

Russell called Lucion, who was enraptured.

‘All right.’

Lucion couldn’t control his joy when all he wanted fell into his hands. ‘The organization, Hume, and even if it is a first-stage, the resistance of light has also been gained.’

His heart was pounding as he gradually worked on the foundation work. He got it all in his own hands.

Lucion bit his lips hard. He was ecstatic.

Those were the things he would never get if it was his former self. So he was really happy.

‘I’ll never let this happiness be taken away,’ Lucion thought as if something had soared up to his throat.

There was still work that needed to be done before the banquet.

The warlock, Lucion, needed strength to set himself free.

“Teacher.”

[Are you laughing a little suspiciously?]

Russell noticed Lucion’s suspicious reaction.

[Don’t think too much and go to sleep.]

“I’m thinking of controlling a few more ghosts.”

He had slept well and was in good shape. During his unconscious state, he couldn’t train. He figured it was a perfect day to use Ghost Control Magic.

[… What?]

Russell reacted with amazement. He looked at Lucion as if he was a mad man.

* * *

[Ahhhh!]

The ghost, who had been running away screaming, was startled by the sudden appearance of the wall-like darkness and hurriedly turned around.

But there stood Lucion. The young warlock was having a good time playing with the ghost. Still, the perverted state of Lucion was perfect for dissolving the resentment that had accumulated deep in his heart.

He had become a completely different person.

[Sp—, please spare me. I was wrong!]

The ghost was terrified and pleaded to Lucion again and again.

Lucion approached slowly without showing any emotion and captured the area where he had already attacked once.

He said, infusing his darkness into the ghost, “Submit to me.”

[Ahhh!]

The ghost screamed and knelt in pain.

[Ob—I’ll obey you! I will obey young master Lucion.]

“You’re number seven.”

Lucion looked at the black star on the ghost’s hand and said, “Number two.”

[Yes, young master Lucion.]

From beyond the wall, Ghost No. 2 answered Lucion’s call, scurrying inside the covered range.

“Seven, you help two find the bugs hidden in this mansion. Then, report to number two.”

How can we conclude that there was only one bug in this large mansion?

The more ghost CCTVs, the better.

Lucion, after giving the instructions, looked out the window for a moment. He felt something over there.

It was different from the ghost that had submitted to him so far.

“Teacher, is there a ghost over there?”

[That’s right. Now you can slowly feel the ghost.]

“Yes, it’s all thanks to you.”

[But you can’t fully do it yet.]

“Is my darkness not enough?”

[That’s right. Ghost Control Magic is effective, but if it fails, it will have a direct impact on your mind. If it’s serious, you might go crazy, so let’s take it slow.]

Having finished speaking, Russell showed the way to Lucion’s room.

[I’ll let you off the hook here, so stop and go rest.]

“That’s what I was going to do. I’m a little tired.”

Lucion took a step back and stared at Ratta, who was babbling.

—So, when Ratta says, ‘Report,’ don’t be surprised and just report it. Understand?

Seeing Ratta kindly explaining to the ghost, Lucion was stunned.

“Come here, Ratta.”

—Yes!

Ratta ran vigorously for Lucion.

—Ratta taught this and that.

Lucion was reluctant to see her eyes begging for praise, but he brought out his words.

“Yeah, good job.”

—What about Russell?

[… Well, good job.]

Russell moved his mouth reluctantly.

—Hehe.

Ratta’s tail wagged quickly, as if she was satisfied.

* * *

Two days later.

Lucion had to lie motionless for two days.

Knights were placed in front of his door, not allowing any visit, because he went to see Hume and Novio without permission.

‘The departure is at 2pm.’

Lucion looked at the clock, indicating 8 a.m.

Around 5 a.m., he heard from Russell that the knight in front of the door had left. He had to go to the city for a while and make Kran do something.

‘Hume needs to know my double life.’

Hume was learning many things from Anthony, especially his writing, and his actions suited for a butler.

Sometimes Anthony would go to Lucion’s room and his ears ached whenever he reported Hume’s situation. Even though it had only been two days, it was already fast enough to write down a few words, so he was halfway off to brag about it.

[Where are you going?]

Russell was stopped by Ratta’s tail and looked at Lucion at the rustling sound.

“I’m going to my company, no, the organization I created.”

—Ratta wants to go too!

Ratta’s eyes sparkled.

[Isn’t it time to be busy with banquet preparations? The maids said they were excited too because you are going to appear at the banquet for the first time.]

“First time?”

[Whispering like that, aren’t you trying to pretend it didn’t happen before?]

“How long does it take to get a few clothes on?”

[You’re not going to go as usual, are you?]

“I have eyes too. I will not wear a hoodie as roughly as I used to.” Lucion said and wriggled his eyebrows.

He came out with Ratta and went to Hume’s newly assigned room. When Lucion opened the door, Hume stood at the door as if he had been waiting.

“Come out.”

“Yes, Lucion… no, young master,” Hume replied with a smile to Lucion’s instructions.

* * *

Lucion and Hume headed to the inn where Kran was staying.

Before entering the city, Lucion did not forget to instruct Hume to change his appearance to a woman.

“Listen, Hume,” Lucion said, wearing a mask.

“I’m listening.”

“If I wear this mask, my name is Hamel.”

“I envy you for having two names.”

Ratta, who was quietly listening to Hume’s words, looked at Lucion with envious eyes as she pricked up her ears.

―Ratta can only have one of her names. Envious.

Lucion was briefly speechless at the response of the two.

“It’s just a fake name to hide that I’m a warlock.”

“Oh, this is, uh, double identity, right?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to write another name, not Hume, either. Think of it as a proper name.”

“I see.”

Knock. Knock.

Lucion was told by Ghost No. 1 that three people had found a room with the remaining money. It was a little farther from the inn, so he thought he had to find Ghost No. 8.

“Who…”

Stra was embarrassed as soon as she opened the door.

“Hey, how did you know about this place?”

“I heard about it.”

At Lucion’s suspicious words, Stra looked around and made eye contact.

“Who’s this… person?”

“My escort.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Rental.”

When Hume smiled broadly, Stra greeted her half-reflectively.

“Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Stra.”

“What? You know the basic manners?”

Lucion went inside after a blatant sarcasm. It was messy inside because they were just looking for a space. Lucion also couldn’t see Helon in the room. 

“What are you…”

“The captain?” Cutting Stra’s words, Lucion looked for Kran.

[It’s in that room.]

When Russell pointed at a room, Lucion made no hesitation and moved his feet. He ran into Kran, who was about to come out.

“This is my escort, Rental.” Lucion naturally introduced Hume and watched the startled Kran.

“Ni-nice to meet you. I’m Kran.”

“Close the door.”

At Lucion’s instruction, Hume closed the door. “Now that I’ve introduced her to you, I’ll just give you a brief description of why I came today.”

“Wait a minute. How did you know about this place? I haven’t even left a note at the inn yet.”

“I heard.”

Kran couldn’t bear to ask who he heard from. It was creepy, and he was afraid that it would be a matter of digging up information for no reason.

“The organization needs money to grow.”

As soon as Lucion threw the topic, Kran’s eyes changed. It was a matter of concentration. The most important thing in the organization was money.

“You’re gonna need people.”

The second important thing was people.

It was strange for anyone to see that Lucion, a nobleman, suddenly made a lot of money. He didn’t want to cause any doubt.

What the aristocrat Lucion had to gain was the favor of the same aristocrat.

[You can save money and people?]

Right away, Russell was suspicious of Lucion.

“If you have anything to write, bring it.” Lucion first instructed Kran.

When he went out of the room to pick up the stuff, Lucion brought it up. “I didn’t just stay at the banquet.”

In fact, one reason aristocrats attended the banquet was because of information. Since the venue for conversation with each other was a banquet, it forced many people to attend.

“It was then that I picked up something. Wouldn’t that be better than burying my head in the ground?”

Lucion pointed to himself. “Teacher, I hope you don’t forget who I am.”

[Can I forget? You are the youngest son of Count Cronia.]

“I brought it here,” Kran said breathlessly as he opened the door. 

Lucion pointed his finger at the table. “Write down what I say from now on.”

Kran ran to the desk and answered, “Yes, please.”

To avoid suspicion, Lucion focused on the current trajectory of success to some extent, comparing the information he actually got from the banquet with the novel’s starting point, two years later.

“Take this and invest it evenly.”

Lucion took a bundle of money out of his pocket. There were a total of five places he told Kran. Each of them was sold for 5,000 Dells, totaling more than 25,000 Dells.

“This is…”

Kran stopped talking. It was a huge sum at a glance. Where the hell did this pile of money keep coming from?

“There will be more people, so we’d better look elsewhere. I’ll find out where.”

Lucion rose from his seat and handed over 10,000 more to Kran.

“What should I use this for?”

“It’s the money I give you not to raise your blood pressure if you get into trouble.”

[A trouble?]

“A trouble?”

Russell and Kran asked almost at the same time.

“I think you’re going to get in trouble soon.”

Lucion changed the subject and thought of a question to ask Kran. “I know Stra and Helon robbed the Luteon Magic Bank.”

“……!” Kran asked with astonishment how he knew it.

“I’m the one who asks. All you have to do is answer.”

Lucion didn’t give Kran time to think. “Who told you to do it?”